I see you in my sleep,
She sees you while awake.
I feel you in my sheets,
On you she blames her ache.
You are all over the place,
Yet you are nowhere in particular.
You appear in my face,
Then you are out the door yonder.
I know you know I’ve been trying to reach you,
And I know you know I’ve been failing.
I know all the methods she’s adopted are of no use,
And she knows I only see you fleeing.
But, at last, you immortal sinner,
The villain in my every song,
You could never be more mistaken,
Than to hover in front of me for so long.